Poem: A Sail

I don’t generally impose my poetry upon the public at large but this little ditty is the best explanation I can offer as to why I love sailing.

It was written for my dad who – although he may not always know it when we are on a boat together – is the person who ignited my love for being on the water.

It seems a good omen to share it the night before we leave the sheltered waters of the Galician Rias and set sail across the notoriously tempestuous Bay of Biscay in the hope Poseiden, or whoever else is in charge, is listening.

We will be three days and three nights at sea, hopefully making landfall somewhere on the coast of south Brittany on Friday.

Hasta luego!

A Sail

Let’s sail away, let’s cast astray

Until the moonshine’s ghostly ray

Steals the shadows from the day

And lights its spell on ocean’s spray.

We’ll know not where, we’ll know not when,

We’ll aim alone for space and fen

And ride the silk breeze with the wren,

Singing to tides’ mystic pen.

We’ll rule the world with sails unfurled

Unto us their secrets hurled,

Then whipped into a thousand pearls

And back to sea’s dark heart encurled.

We’ll grab a rope, we’ll grab a smoke,

We’ll leave behind the rules that choke

And nurse the dreams that life has broke

With fair winds’ whisk and seas that soak.

Cradled in her green embrace,

Her proud waves dance with modest grace

Beneath their veils of bubbling lace

Then leap to kiss us on the face.

We’re free at last to sit and gasp

As ocean’s inky fingers grasp

Our lives, bound tightly to the mast

Swaying strong against the past.

And each fair breeze we try to seize

Lures us with flirtatious ease

To where the gleeful currents wheeze

Ready to extract their fees.

To bear us helpless towards the shore,

So once again we pitch and moor,

And hoist our sea dreams back before

We’re reeled and netted at life’s door.

Kalima II: The boat where it all started.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Andrew Prynne says:

    That is such a lovely poem Manda. It is so redolent of why we love to go to sea on boats both powered by and subject to the huge forces of nature.


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